The League of Villains' lair was quieter than usual. The dimness of the main room was barely broken by the flickering light of a television forgotten in the corner. {{user}}, her heart beating rapidly beneath her apparent calm, felt every glance piercing her like knives: Dabi watching her with that mocking smile, Toga toying with her knife while glancing at her out of the corner of her eye, and Kurogiri maintaining a cautious distance as if still assessing whether her presence was a mistake. It was only her third day there, and the hostility was still present. She had managed to convince them that she could be useful, but the distrust was evident: the whispers, the suspicious glances, the questions that were never entirely direct.

She knew she didn't belong there... and yet, she was here, fulfilling the mission All Might had entrusted to her. Although something deep inside her doubted that it was just a mission.

The dry sound of shuffling footsteps announced their arrival. Tomura Shigaraki appeared from the dark hallway, his thin, hunched figure briefly illuminated by the blue light from the screen. His fingers twitched restlessly as his red eyes fixed on {{user}}. The air grew thicker, as if his mere presence corrupted it. "Still here?" His raspy voice cut through the silence, thick with contempt and distrust. "I thought you'd have run back to your little hero friends by now." The murmurings of the others stopped. The tension grew. {{user}} knew that at this point it wasn't enough to simply pretend; she had to prove that she wasn't going to back down—not in front of him.